Divine Grass Mountain.
The years flowed through Divine Grass Mountain like a babbling stream.
Over these years, Ling Xuanxiao had tended this land into impeccable order, making it seem like a meticulously painted paradise beyond the mortal world.
Exotic flowers and rare herbs thrived in the nourishing spiritual soil. The fragrance of precious medicine intertwined with the crisp mountain breeze, permeating every corner.
Time here seemed to flow especially slowly and peacefully.
Li Xuanxiao spent each day leisurely wandering around his own vast patch of land.
Of course, Divine Grass Mountain was countless times larger than an ordinary field.
On one lazy afternoon, he lay casually on a sunlit hillside with a blade of emerald spiritual grass between his teeth.
A furry marmot served as his soft pillow, letting out faint snores.
The Sword Spirit's figure appeared soundlessly. With a flick of her slender hand, she unceremoniously lifted the broad straw hat covering Li Xuanxiao's face.
The blinding sunlight instantly poured over his half-closed eyelids like a golden waterfall.
Li Xuanxiao instinctively furrowed his brow and turned his face away from the glare, his voice carrying the languid irritation of someone disturbed from rest.
"What is it?"
The Sword Spirit looked down at him from above. Her eyes, condensed from pure sword intent, were sharp enough to pierce through a person's heart.
"How long are you going to keep wasting away in this muddleheaded state?"
"What?"
Li Xuanxiao raised a hand to block the sunlight, his tone so calm it was nearly indifferent.
"Am I not... properly enjoying this hard-won peaceful life?"
The corner of his mouth even curled into a faint smile, as though he truly had been intoxicated by this tranquility.
The Sword Spirit took a deep, deep breath.
Her gaze inadvertently swept over Li Xuanxiao's forehead.
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